"There's my girls"

Bill grins when you and Fleur walk through the doors of shell cottage. He wraps an arm around fleur's shoulder and the other around yours, he holds you just close enough to be intimate as he kisses his wife.

After the battle of Hogwarts you had been left orphaned and jobless, a close friend of Harry's, Bill and Fleur offered to house you. You were sweet and diligent and they didn't charge you rent as long as you did your chores. At first it was awkward, you would stay in your room in one of the many extensions on shell cottage, keeping quiet and out of the way. Eventually, Fleur managed to coax you out of your room, bringing you with her when she sunbathed on the beach.

Her hands linger now, she's just so attentive, she's so worried you might sunburn, let her take care of you. Bill curls you between them when they watch movies together now. what? He's not doing anything, he's just keeping you warm. Your swimsuit is in the washer? Silly her, Fleur managed to shrink it, oh well, you can wear one of her bikinis.

Bill and Fleur don't care that you're younger. Bill is 26, Fleur is 21. You're just so sweet, eighteen but they don't care. You're just so lovely, they don't want you to leave anymore, you're a part of their life now. You can't leave

They don't want to scare you so they won't say anything, you're already painfully shy. They'll just get you hooked onto being around them. You already seek Bill's approval, flush so pretty whenever Fleur compliments you. They're more than willing to manipulate you, they can't bring themselves to feel bad about it. You need to stay.

He brushes his lips over your forehead so quickly you could've imagined it and releases you.

"We need to go to the market, we've got nothing in. Let's go out for dinner tonight"

He claps his hands together, strong forearms dotted with freckles flexing. His long hair is tied back in a manbun, scars only adding to his roguish charm.